”But we found out that there is a God, and it is SCP-001.”

”And it’s a bunch of horror writers.”

Those were the last few words you read, before you truly realised what you had gotten yourself into. Perhaps you had suspected that something was up… that, despite the chaotic mess of the universe, there did seem to be some… vague pattern. But this…? Finding out that you, and the reality you had always known, were the mere creation of another’s..? Just words on a screen… not unlike the ones you had just read.

The thought was terrifying. Nothing felt real, anymore. You just hoped that.. whoever, or.. perhaps whatever, had created you.. would perhaps be slightly more merciful. After all, you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, if they weren’t.